Grace sighed. She couldn’t just keep hiding like this.
She dropped the towel and heard Ethan ask, “What happened this time?”
Honestly, she did want someone to talk to right now.
She said, “Alice set me up. She said I pushed her and caused her to miscarry. Now, my mom wants to lock me up in a psych ward.”
She leaned back against the seat, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. She wasn’t heartless. Even after she lost her memory, thinking about it still made her chest ache.
Ethan reached out his hand. His fingers were curled slightly, and the shape of his nails was somehow elegant.
And just like that, Grace’s thoughts veered wildly off–track. How the hell could someone be this perfect in every damn way?
While her mind was drifting, Ethan’s hand suddenly opened. He had a piece of candy sitting in the center of his palm.
With a deadpan look on his face, the whole thing was just weirdly funny.
Her bad mood vanished instantly. She took the candy and cracked a small smile. “I’m not a kid, you know.”
Her fingertips brushed against his palm–it was damp.
Ethan was a man of few words. He simply gave Grace a quick glance before looking away.
She unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. As the sweetness spread across her tongue, the heaviness in her chest started to ease.
However, her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Upon checking, she saw call after call from Carmen, Quentin, and, of course, Alice. They were probably trying to kick her while she was down.
She didn’t answer any of them.
The car eventually stopped in front of Palm Bay. Showing up here again, in this wreck of a state… She felt pretty embarrassed.
Following Ethan into the living room, she spotted Simon waiting there. He was lounging with one leg propped over the other, his head tilted slightly. As soon as he heard the sound of wheels, he stood up.
Simon’s shirt was unbuttoned at the top, exposing the hickeys on his neck–clearly from a woman. He had said last night he was going to find a side piece. Apparently, he meant it.
Simon had been smiling, but the moment he laid eyes on Grace, his expression dropped. Realizing it had been his own idea to let Grace play Ethan’s human sleeping aid, he let out a cold, mocking snort.
She didn’t say a word. There was nothing left to say to someone who wanted her dead.
Ethan rolled straight into the elevator, and she followed him inside. The fact that Ethan completely ignored Simon gave her a weird sense of satisfaction.
Simon clearly knew he’d been shut out. He pressed his lips together and flopped back onto the couch in the living room, waiting for Ethan to come back down.
Meanwhile, Ethan made it to the second floor and opened the door to his bedroom. Grace kept close behind him, her soaked pants still dripping water as she walked.
“There are clean towels inside. Go ahead,” he said flatly. Sitting in his wheelchair, he didn’t even look toward the bathroom.
Grace really needed that shower, so she went in and shut the door behind her. Only when she saw the lineup of men’s toiletries on the counter did it hit her. The villa at Palm Bay was huge. There had to be a number of guest rooms, so why did Ethan bring her here?
Someone like him probably had a thing about cleanliness–especially when it came to personal stuff like this. But it was too late to bring it up now. She was already inside, and complaining would just make her seem whiny.
She turned on the shower, and as the hot water poured over her, her body finally started to warm up.
But since it was Ethan’s bathroom, she didn’t dare linger. She finished showering in ten minutes and wrapped herself in a towel.
That was when it hit her–she didn’t have anything to wear underneath. Grace sure as hell wasn’t about to walk out like this.
Gripping the edge of the towel tightly, she stood frozen at the door, debating for ten minutes before she even dared to crack it open.
Just then, Ethan’s voice came through. “Why are you still inside?”
The water had been off for a while, but she hadn’t moved from the door. Eventually, she cracked the door open a little.
“Mr. Henderson, where will I be sleeping tonight?” Grace asked.
Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, and her eyes were glossy. Her hair was only half–dried and still damp around the edges.
Ethan didn’t look directly at her. He just flicked his eyes over for a second, then turned away.
She thought maybe he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated herself, “Where am I sleeping?”
With his back turned to her, he pointed at the couch.
Grace clutched the towel and wanted to ask why she couldn’t just use a guest room but didn’t have the guts for it. She started to wonder if maybe Ethan really took that whole “human sleeping aid” thing seriously. If that was the case, she couldn’t exactly say no. After all, he was helping her right now.
But the problem was that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. So, she sat down on the oversized couch while shifting uncomfortably–awkward and hesitant.
She quickly grabbed the blanket beside her and pulled it over herself. Only then did she feel the slightest sense of security.
At that moment, Ethan stood up from his wheelchair, picked up a set of pajamas, and walked into the bathroom.
As the sound of running water came from inside, Grace couldn’t help but feel like the whole thing was surreal. How did she end up sharing a room with Ethan again?
If was just the two of them, a man and a woman, alone in a room. If anyone found out, it wouldn’t be a good look on them.
But when it came to Ethan, she instinctively lost her nerve.
She wrapped the towel tighter around herself. And maybe it was just her imagination, but it felt like Ethan had been in the bathroom forever. She knew how long it usually took him to shower, and guys generally didn’t take long. But that night, he’d been in there for over an hour.
It had been long enough that she started to wonder if something had happened.
Wrapped in her towel, Grace walked over to the bathroom door. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door opened from the inside.
A faint flush crept over Ethan’s handsome face, and his damp hair fell messily around his face, giving him a surprisingly seductive edge.
Her hand had been halfway up, and before she could take it back, it ended up pressed right against the middle of his chest.
Normally, when he wore a suit, his shirt was always buttoned right up to the top, giving him a reserved and untouchable vibe. But now, the loose pajama shirt hung open all the way down
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past his chest, giving him an edge. He looked like someone entirely different.
Her fingers accidentally pressed harder against his chest. The firm muscles under her palm made her panic, and she quickly pulled her hand back.
Ethan ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. The messy strands somehow made him look even hotter.
Any woman faced with this kind of sight would find it impossible to stay calm.
Grace stumbled back several steps and hit the wall behind her like she had just seen something scary.
